Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Henry watched as the situation gradually spiraled out of control.

The thing he least wanted to happen, eventually happened.

Everything was out of control.

His thoughts drifted back to a corner of the lower deck, back to the moment he had just poured the Henry-class marigold potion down the other man's throat.

At that time, the effects of the medicine were immediate.

The system's description was entirely accurate; Nurgle's warp forces were indeed expelled.

The bluish-green toxins that had been flowing upstream along the blood vessels stopped spreading, the foul-smelling pustules dried up, and the diseases that were corroding the body were also eliminated.

However, the limits of the medicine are also limited to this.

It cleansed away the pollution of chaos, but it could not reverse the mutated flesh and blood back to their original human form.

After all, once those contaminated parts are cleaned up, a person is not far from death. Once a mortal body comes into contact with subspace energy, there is basically no possibility of recovery.

Even worse, the demon named Anastasius is turning into chaos and nothingness...

When the doctor awoke from the ground, he was still muttering words of praise for the God-Emperor.

He thanked the God-King and Henry for giving him the chance to live.

Henry and Baruch stood side by side, looking at the awakened creature before them, exchanging bewildered glances.

That can no longer be called a human being in the conventional sense.

The plague of Nurgle receded, leaving behind only a shell that retained all the deformed features.

Tiny tentacles wriggled beneath the hazmat suit, the structure of their organs having been altered.

But he did not lose his mind or go mad.

A warp demon with a human mind who worships a human emperor.

How absurd that sounds.

At that moment, the doctor struggled to tear open the clothes to check the injury.

Balu grabbed his wrist.

The old mercenary still couldn't bear it; he knew the doctor wouldn't accept this body.

I'm afraid he might do something stupid in a fit of emotion.

"You pulled through, but the wound left an unsightly scar," Balu lied.

Henry also chose to remain silent, and casually helped the doctor zip up the hazmat suit to the top, fastening the gas mask tightly.

  

They concealed the truth, thinking they would first get the person out of danger, and then give him a long time to adapt to and accept his current appearance.

After all, as long as he doesn't exhibit the ability to spread the plague, he'll always find a way to survive since he's unaffected by Nurgle.

A demon who can fight for humanity, a powerful warrior who will never again be corrupted by the warp.

Perhaps he will also become a symbol of humanity's victory over the warp.

He himself is a miracle, a miracle that can be replicated...

The premise is that a weak human mind can accept such a transformation... It could also truly turn into a demon.

But a lie is a lie, and it will be exposed sooner or later.

It made a tearing sound like the fabric ripping.

The oversized yellow protective suit could no longer withstand the strain and ripped completely in the middle, the fabric sliding onto the deck like shed snakeskin. The straps of the gas mask were also burned off, and the mask fell to the ground, rolling a considerable distance.

The complete body of the warp demon named Anastasius was exposed to everyone's view.

The gunfire throughout the passage stopped abruptly.

The doctor's upper body was fully exposed.

It was a pale, bloodless body, smooth and clean, without any visible wounds.

The original male characteristics were erased in the mutation, and replaced by a neutral appearance that is between male and female and blurs the boundaries of gender.

The face was still his original face, but the features had become softer, and fear and confusion were intertwined on his face.

But if you go down along the flat abdomen, the view is completely different.

He has no legs.

Below the waist was a huge, intertwined mass of dark blue tentacles.

Soft tissues of varying thickness spread across the steel deck, their ends tipped with tiny suckers and fleshy tendrils. They had replaced the function of walking, instinctively wriggling and curling up on the ground.

Its shape is bizarre; to anyone who looks at it, it is a completely chaotic creation.

The mercenaries gasped and retreated; the unknown demon brought with it unknown fear.

In particular, this demon somehow exudes a strange humanity.

The doctor lowered his head, his gaze falling on his lower body.

He watched the dark blue tentacles move across the deck as he directed them.

He initially thought it was a foreign object in the hazmat suit, or phantom pain caused by a wound infection.

Now, all the fig leaves have been torn to shreds.

Lies have nowhere to hide.

He slowly raised his hands, two intact human hands, pale and slender.

He glanced again at his fellow tribesmen across from him, their faces full of vigilance, ready to kill him at any moment.

Finally, he slowly turned around and looked at Henry and Baruch standing behind him.

"This is..."

His voice trembled.

"Is this what you call an unsightly scar?"

Balu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The battle-hardened mercenary was at a loss for words to describe the person's breakdown.

Tears streamed down the doctor's pale face.

It crashed onto the dark blue, soft tentacles below.

The demon curled itself up inside its tentacles.

"Damn it! I don't want to become handsome this way!"

"I shouldn't have gone with you two bastards! How am I supposed to face anyone now?!"